Date: Mon, 05 Feb 2007 20:57:55 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 9
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come together and intersect with each other, so please stick with it! There
will be 26 chapters altogether; I will be posting two chapters each week,
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NINE
TIM
Sitting on the bench at the bottom of the sandy hill, waiting for
Matty to show up, I'm so horny just thinking about what we're going
to do together, my cock's straining to get out of my briefs. Yeah, I
know I don't usually wear any but I thought I'd better put some on or
everyone would be able to see my dick sticking up in my shorts. I
wish we could get together at my house more often, but it just isn't
possible, not without everyone finding out what we're up to, and I'm
not ready for that. So I spend most of my days hanging out with Adam
and Neil, just like I always have. They'd know something was going on
if I didn't.
Anyway, I still like to do that, hanging out with my mates, chatting
to the girls, going to the pool, the cinema; all the usual things
kids our age do. It's just that being with Matty is so much more
exciting, it's like a different world. I can tell him stuff too, and
know he'll understand. Nothing fazes him at all, even when I told him
I fancied his mate Nicky. If I said that to Adam or Neil they'd think
I was a pervert. I've never had a friend like Matty before, someone I
felt that close to. Sure, I've been mates with Adam and Neil since
before we started school, and they're the best mates I could ever
have, but it's not the same; I just never realised before.
I look at my watch; it's 6:27, he should be here soon. Fuck! I hope
his mum hasn't grounded him or something! The time really seems to
drag. Then I spot him, striding along the path by the lake. He's
wearing navy blue soccer shorts and a pale blue top. He looks more
stunning ever. My cock twitches inside my briefs. Christ! I've been
waiting more than two days for this! He trots up to the bench and
smiles.
"Hi! I hoped you'd be here! I'm not late am I?"
"No, right on time. Shall we go?"
The question's unnecessary; Matthew's up for this every bit as much
as I am. We head off into the woods; a couple of minutes later we're
pushing our way into the den. Now safely out of sight, we wrap our
arms round each other. I slide my hands under his soccer shirt and
gently stroke his back. It feels wonderful. Our lips meet, Matty's
tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I return the favour, our
tongues wrapping around each other as my dick gets harder and harder.
I can feel the precum leaking into my briefs. We help each other
remove our tops; shoes and socks soon follow. He gently pulls my
shorts down.
"Oh, you've got briefs on!" he giggles, knowing full well that I
never wear any if I'm hanging out at home.
"Yeah, didn't want everyone seeing it sticking out!" I whisper,
hooking my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and carefully
sliding them down. Simultaneously, we pull each other's undies down.
This is so exciting! Matthew is like the younger brother I always
wanted, but way better than a kid brother could ever have been.
We get down onto the grass and start kissing again. This is unreal!
I've snogged pretty heavy with several girls and I really like doing
it, but it's nothing like this! This is so much wilder, so much more
intense. Even the smell; Matty smells of boy, and that gets me
hornier than any girl ever has. Matty's fingertips are stroking my
cock; the sensations are unbelievable, transporting me to a world of
amazing, sensual pleasure. Better than that, I know it's only the
start. Our lips part. Matthew's eyes are shining.
"Mmmm!" he whispers. "That's wicked! I love you, Tim! You're the
best!"
"Matty, you're beautiful!" I breathe, in between licking his nose. I
reach down and stroke his cock, as hard as polished marble, but the
skin soft and wonderfully smooth. It feels so perfect! I run my
fingers thro his hair as he puts his head on my chest, his tongue
working overtime on my left nipple, the intensity building by the
second. I know where he's going; that's where I want to go too.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
MATTHEW
Since I went to Tim's house a week last Sunday this is fourth time
we've done it, and it just keeps getting better! I never dreamed it'd
get as wild as this! Tim is so special, so sexy; I love doing stuff
with him. I wish we didn't have to hide like this, but we'd get into
a load of shit if we didn't, so we meet when we can and just do
whatever we want. I move down to lick his tummy button, and caress
his beautiful firm balls. A few wispy hairs are sprouting above his
cock. He's growing up, like Adam and Neil. That is so cool! I don't
care if he gets hairy like a gorilla, I'll still want to have sex
with him.
He lifts my right leg and places it on his other side so that I'm
half kneeling, half lying right over him, his cock pointing right at
my nose. I remember being right here, doing it in this position with
Gary, but that was different; he was a lot taller than me. Tim isn't;
there's only a couple of inches in it. We'll be able to suck each
other if that's what he wants! Fuck! How much wilder can it get? I
manoeuvre myself into position, carefully placing my knees so that my
weight isn't directly on him. I gently lower my hips till my cock's
enveloped in his warm, wet mouth, his hands stroking all over my bum
and down the backs of my thighs. This is sooo cool!
I stretch down as far as I can and begin licking up and down his
dick, anxious not to make him cum too soon. He opens his legs and
draws his knees up so his feet are flat on the ground. I run my hand
between his thighs, firm and silky smooth; he is perfect! Seconds
later he's pulling a small tube of jelly from the pocket of his
shorts and pushing it into my hand. Fuck! Does he really want me to
do that?! He wants me to stick my finger up his bum! Oh wow!! I
squeeze some gel onto my middle finger. Rather gingerly I slide my
hand down between his legs till my fuck-finger finds his bumhole. I
hesitate for a second then slowly push it into him. It feels amazing;
hot and tight.
"Ohhhh yeah!" he gasps, momentarily releasing my cock.
Unbelievable! He's loving it!! I can't hold back now. I take his cock
between my lips and get down to some serious sucking, finger fucking
his bum and fucking his mouth with my cock. He's going wild for it!
After little more than a minute, all his muscles go tight, his legs
shaking wildly, his bum clamping my finger like a vice. His cock
explodes in my mouth, pumping out load after load of hot sticky
spunk, seems like double the amount he cummed the first time we did
it. Everything's a blur, my whole body gripped by crazy spasms. I
plunge my cock into his mouth and cum over and over, three or four
powerful jets followed by several smaller ones, till he's taken
everything I've got.
I'm completely out of it; I lie there for what seems like ages trying
to get my breath back. As my head clears, my lips are still welded to
the base of his cock, his warm, spicy cum filling my mouth. I pause
for a second, take a deep breath through my nose and gulp it down.
Totally brilliant! I wish I'd had the bottle to do that before. I
gently withdraw my finger and slowly release his cock, licking off
the last drops of cum. I carefully lift myself off him. He licks some
spunk off his lips. I realise that he must have swallowed mine; I
guess that in that position he didn't have much choice. He's
certainly not objecting though! I twist around and our mouths meet in
another passionate kiss.
"Matty! You swallowed my spunk!" he breathes as our lips separate.
"That was awesome! You're amazing!"
"Yeah, that was way cool!" I whisper. "You swallowed mine too! Never
thought you'd be into that! Or the other thing!"
He gives me a peck on the nose and we slip back into our clothes. As
we head for home I'm on cloud nine; no, make that cloud thirty four.
It just can't get any better than this.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
PAUL
I've been into soccer for as long as I can remember. I played at
county level as a schoolboy; I played semi-professionally during my
final year at school and three years at college. When I left, several
league clubs were taking an interest in signing me, only lower
division stuff, but it's still nice to get noticed. Mind you, with a
fledgling career as an IT professional, I'm not sure that I would
have wanted to go full-time. Then I got injured, serious knee
ligament damage. If I'd been a top professional, the club would have
paid for me to have the treatment to get me playing again. As it was,
I was on the scrapheap at the age of twenty two.
That was almost four years ago. I still loved the game though; still
thought I had something to offer, so as soon as I was mobile I
started studying for my coaching exams; a year later I was taking my
first team. I guess everyone has to start at the bottom; I was given
a team of under-elevens. In that first season we didn't do well at
all, but before they started the following season as under twelves, I
recruited six new players, and concentrated on getting them to play
as a team. I guess I've got a pretty good eye for talent and an
understanding of how the game's played. Last season we won the league
and lost on penalties in the semi-final of the cup to Pegasus, the
eventual winners.
I've had a succession of girlfriends starting way back when I was
fifteen. I was a late bloomer sexually; I'd only just hit puberty. By
that time all my mates were into girls so I just followed their lead.
But somehow, deep down, I just knew it wasn't really me. On several
occasions things were getting to the point where I could have been
slept with my girlfriend but I've backed away from it, with the
result that the relationship fizzled out soon after. So ten years on
I'm still living with my mum having never actually had sex with
anybody.
It wasn't till I started coaching these young kids that I realised
what really turns me on; they do. Nature never created anything more
beautiful. The pitches we use for our home fixtures are often muddy,
but the pavilion has excellent changing and showering facilities,
which I encourage them to use. At first, most of them were a bit coy
about letting anyone see them naked, but as they got more confidence
in me, with the team doing well, they got more relaxed about it. Now
they go into the showers without me even having to tell them.
Star of the show is our goalkeeper, Gavin Terry. He's tall for his
age, and slim, with long slim legs and the most beautiful little bum
imaginable. He's totally cute, with blue eyes, short fair hair and a
smile that could knock me dead at fifty yards. Two or three times a
week I fantasise about it. It's the same routine every time; I put
the pillows in the middle of the bed with an old towel over them,
then lie face-down and fuck them, dreaming that it's Gavin's bum I'm
fucking, or sometimes one of the other lads. I never takes more than
seven or eight thrusts; I soak the towel every time.
During the season, players from opposing teams are always a big turn-
on; there's always at least one really cute one is every team we
play. Maybe it's that they're bodies without a personality, or
perhaps it's because they're that much more unattainable. I don't
know, but I always get off imagining myself fucking them. The
internet's helped too. I've found lots of pics of boys having sex,
with each other or with older guys, some videos too. It's amazing,
watching a cute kid who looks about ten getting fucked up the bum by
an older guy with a real big one. One day that older guy will be me!
I'd love to fuck Gavin or one of the other boys, but it's just not
going to happen. I've heard about sports coaches doing that sort of
stuff, but I couldn't. The boys I coach hero-worship me; most of
their parents are personal friends. Some of them remember me from my
playing days; I just couldn't do it. I'm desperate to have sex with a
boy though, find a street-boy type of kid who's up for it and fuck
him senseless. Several times I've driven down by the bus station in
town to see if I can find one. During the evenings there are always
lads around, and it's pretty obvious they're available, but they're
all too old and too rough looking, not my style at all. I just drive
off feeling even more frustrated, thinking "maybe one day!" I'm
certain that younger street kids exist; I just wish I knew where to
find one.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
MATTHEW
We're halfway through the holidays and I'm almost wishing I was back
at school again. I enjoy school, being with my mates, having plenty
to do, learning new stuff. It stops me getting bored, and maybe it'd
stop me getting horny all the time! Right now it's another hot
afternoon; Adam and his gang were doing pre-season Rugby training at
school this morning; now they've gone off to town again. I won't be
seeing David till tomorrow evening; then maybe I'll get to go to the
den with Tim after tea on Friday. If not I won't see him till Sunday
morning. Sunday morning! That's four days away! I just can't stop
thinking about last night. That was the best ever! I'm sure Tim's
going to want me to fuck him, not just yet, maybe, but soon. How wild
is that?!
I'm bored silly and as horny as fuck. I ought to go round to see Kyle
or Nicky, maybe we'd go to the pool or something, but I just don't
feel like it. I could go down to the park, see who's hanging out in
the men's room, but that idea's lost its appeal too. I've been there
several times. The horrible fat guy is often there; I just run off as
soon as I see him. There have been a few other guys the wrong side of
forty too, all offering me money. Most of them are overweight; the
only one that wasn't was small and bald. I wouldn't go with any of
them.
I've seen that young guy again too, the one who told me to piss off.
His message was much clearer the second time: "THE POLICE WILL BE
CRAWLING ALL OVER THIS PLACE IF THEY KNOW THERE'S A KID YOUR AGE
COMING HERE! NOW FUCK OFF!" I took the hint and left. I've had much
the same message from a couple of other young guys too. I haven't met
anybody else that I liked that wanted to do it with me; meeting David
must have been beginner's luck. The last time I was there somebody
had written something about me on the wall in one of the stalls. I
think the fat guy must have done it. That really put me off; I don't
want to go there again.
I wander off along the side streets, thinking about everything and
nothing, heading in the direction Nicky's house, without any real
enthusiasm for going there. Then I notice him: a young guy, a bit
older than David, I'd guess. He's not bad looking, but not what I'd
call fit, a bit sort of nerdy, not in the same class as David or
Gary. He's loading soccer kit into the back of a red hatchback. The
kit looks about the right size for boys my age, or maybe a bit older.
I'm curious; the guy doesn't look old enough to be a coach.
"Hello!" I say, smiling at him. "What are you doing?"
"Just getting the kit ready for my team; they've got their first
match tonight."
"Are you the coach then?"
"Yes, that's right."
"How old are you? You don't look old enough to be a coach; I thought
you'd still be playing."
He laughs. "So did I! I'm twenty six. Got injured about four years
ago; still wanted to be involved, so I started coaching."
"Oh! Right! What's your team called?"
"Auckliffe Colts. They're under-thirteens this season."
"Are they any good?"
"Well, they won the league last season, so I guess they're not too
bad. Do you play?"
"Play a bit a school. Don't play for a team or anything. I wouldn't
be old enough for your team; I'm only eleven."
"So what's your name, then?"
"Matthew."
"Hi, Matthew, I'm Paul."
He's looking at me like he's trying to imagine what I'd look like
with my kit off., the same as Gary did in the showers at the swimming
pool. So he likes boys too! I wonder what he gets up to with the kids
in his soccer team? My heart's thumping. I'm wearing soccer shorts
and tee-shirt, like I have for pretty much the whole of the holiday.
I've had these shorts about a year and a half and they're way too
small for me; when I've got a hard-on, like now, my cock sticks right
out. He's staring straight at it! But there's definitely something
not right about him, it's not just that he's not that fit-looking.
When David and Gary picked me up they were really cool and relaxed
about it. Paul seems nervous, edgy. I don't like it; it's making me
nervous too.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
PAUL
Oh, wow! My prayers have been answered and I didn't even have to go
out looking for it! Even better, he's drop dead gorgeous, very
different from Gavin with that dark hair covering his ears, but every
bit as cute, and he's got a stonking little hard-on in his shorts; he
could make it any clearer that he's up for it. It's obvious that he's
done it before; I bet he loves getting fucked! I wonder how many
cocks he's had up him? A kid as cute as him, I'm guessing it must be
quite a few. The timing's not the most convenient, I need to go out
in a couple of hours, but that doesn't matter. I've waited ages for a
chance like this and I'm not passing it up now.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
MATTHEW
"Would you like to come for a ride in my car?" he asks, smiling at
me.
The smile makes him look like a wolf. Suddenly an alarm message
flashes across my brain: "THIS GUY'S GOING TO FUCK YOU UP THE BUM AND
WON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER!"
"No, sorry!" I respond, grinning weakly back at him. "My mum's
waiting for me; I've got to go!"
Before he can react, I set off running up the street, not slowing
down to a walk until I've turned the corner.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
PAUL
What the fuck was that about? He starts chatting to me, lets me see
he's got a hard-on; so I ask him if he wants to come for a ride in my
car. Then he suddenly gets spooked and runs off. What did I do? His
mum's not waiting for him; that's bollocks. It's so fuckin'
frustrating! I've got a hard-on like you wouldn't believe. Fuck! I've
waited all this time trying to find a boy. Suddenly one turns up out
of the blue; not just any kid either, a real cutie. I'm just about to
take him somewhere quiet to give him a good fucking and he
disappears! What a bastard! I almost wish he'd never showed up in the
first place!